He was half-expecting water or juice or something so rum takes him by surprise. His eyebrows rise and his lips part to start to say something, but then she's putting a glass in his hand and he just breaks out a smile. Matt doesn't even want to ask about what who is distilling where in whose bathroom, that just sounds disgusting.

"Cheers," he says softly before taking a small sip. He's a bit of a lightweight and being blind is disorienting enough without being drunk on top of that.

"It's alright, I can drink this." He is a wine person, how did she guess? He used to have stronger preferences for things when he could taste all the different flavours. Now he's just content with everything being bland.

"...did you say someone is making moonshine in the bathroom?"